High School Sweetheart (719 hits)
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Submitted by QuinnTheEskimo (View user info) at 2007-04-11 18:59:52 EDT
I felt like she had betrayed our secret. Eleven months of stolen kisses behind the flower shop, holding each other each morning before school. Holding hands where no one but our fellow conspirators could see.
I felt like she had given me up. The interrogators brought out thier bright lights, and she gave in without question, gave me up, told all of my secrets.
I was colder, then, somehow. Although the pain of the world was not yet mine to know, although I had not known true heartbreak, true betrayal, and the sadness that drives weak men like me into the bottle, I was still so much colder.
Maybe its the pain in the world that has warmed me up.
Looking back I don't know how I resisted her tears, how I could turn a blind eye and frosted shoulder to her suffering. I have nothing but regret now. 1,400 miles, three, no, four years later, I have nothing but regret.
Her soft eyes no longer tell me they love me without words. Instead it is my own brown ones, looking into the mirror, telling me to move on. No longer is it her soft lips kissing mine, but instead, the mouth of my long-necked friend, cold on my lips, sour in my mouth, burning in my belly, killing me from the inside out, just the same as her affection made me live.
What hurts the most? Knowing that I gave up something truelly good? Or is it knowing that, so many miles away, so many years later, I cannot forget her, but she lies warm with another someone, his name passing so sweetly from between her lips in the darkness.
I feel like a freak for feeling this way. I feel like a loser and a monster and I feel like if I tell anyone I will be mocked. I was only a child, she was a child. What did I know about love and happiness?
I miss you everyday.
And I'm sorry.
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2007-04-12 18:23:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I feel like a loser and a monster
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I wondered how long it would take someone to figure out where my user name came from.
Submitted by BranDo (user info) at 2007-04-12 17:46:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I too still love my High School.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-04-12 17:29:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
needs more exposition
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2007-04-12 15:01:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
are you thinking of 1984?
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2007-04-12 10:59:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This reminds me of the end of a book. Similar to Anthem in subject matter but I don't remember the title.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-04-12 09:28:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-04-12 08:26:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:04:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
High School love can be so innocent, so serious, and so tragic. All at once. But hey, losing something you've loved only makes you stronger in the end. And it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right? At least you have those pleasant memories....
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Couldn't have said it better myself.
I find that pain is the single largest thing that defines us as human beings. We endure heartache after heartache and, in the enduring, somehow transform into an adult. One who has not known soul-deep pain cannot know true joy...
Submitted by peacenik_in_hell (user info) at 2007-04-12 03:55:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i feel your pain brother man.
Submitted by peacenik_in_hell (user info) at 2007-04-12 03:54:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
also, +2 because +3 is fucking invisible.
Submitted by peacenik_in_hell (user info) at 2007-04-12 03:54:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
you know how mommy used to make cookies? and brownies? they were yummy. and those nights in the country house. how i loved that country house, with the pet moose out back. i loved it, until the night the moose escaped. my asshole and my brownies have never been the same.
Submitted by DarthFaded (user info) at 2007-04-12 02:24:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Go cry emo kid....
Get over it...
Submitted by particle_man58 (user info) at 2007-04-12 02:14:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hear ya brother.
Submitted by Grownasskid (user info) at 2007-04-11 23:59:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I used to do stuff like this
Submitted by MidnightToSix (user info) at 2007-04-11 22:54:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Drink, drink, drink the pain away...
Submitted by Dance.With.The.Devil. (user info) at 2007-04-11 22:02:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-04-11 21:08:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Dance.With.The.Devil. (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:04:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
too many typos
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What a shitweep. Transposed letters (thier) and a missing apostrophe in (it's) its.
Get a clue, DancesWithDicks.
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actually I was referring to all these typos;
*example*
I felt like she had betrayed our secret. Eleven months of stolen kisses behind the flower shop, holding each other each morning before school. Holding hands where no one but our fellow conspirators could see.
I felt like she had given me up. The interrogators brought out thier bright lights, and she gave in without question, gave me up, told all of my secrets.
I was colder, then, somehow. Although the pain of the world was not yet mine to know, although I had not known true heartbreak, true betrayal, and the sadness that drives weak men like me into the bottle, I was still so much colder.
Maybe its the pain in the world that has warmed me up.
Looking back I don't know how I resisted *his* tears, how I could turn a blind eye and frosted shoulder to *his* suffering. I have nothing but regret now. 1,400 miles, three, no, four years later, I have nothing but regret.
*His* soft eyes no longer tell me they love me without words. Instead it is my own brown ones, looking into the mirror, telling me to move on. No longer is it *his* soft lips kissing mine, but instead, the mouth of my long-necked friend, cold on my lips, sour in my mouth, burning in my belly, killing me from the inside out, just the same as *his* affection made me live.
What hurts the most? Knowing that I gave up something truelly good? Or is it knowing that, so many miles away, so many years later, I cannot forget her, but *he* lies warm with another someone, *her* name passing so sweetly from between *his* lips in the darkness.
I feel like a freak for feeling this way. I feel like a loser and a monster and I feel like if I tell anyone I will be mocked. I was only a child, *he* was a child. What did I know about love and happiness?
I miss you everyday.
And I'm sorry.
Submitted by BeaverDamn (user info) at 2007-04-11 21:22:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
You always remember it better than it actually was.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-04-11 21:09:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2007-04-11 20:44:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
dude get over it you are like 40
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40? What a punk-ass kid!!
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-04-11 21:08:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Dance.With.The.Devil. (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:04:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
too many typos
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What a shitweep. Transposed letters (thier) and a missing apostrophe in (it's) its.
Get a clue, DancesWithDicks.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2007-04-11 20:44:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
dude get over it you are like 40
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:17:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Dance.With.The.Devil. (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:04:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
too many typos
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:04:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
High School love can be so innocent, so serious, and so tragic. All at once. But hey, losing something you've loved only makes you stronger in the end. And it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right? At least you have those pleasant memories....
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2007-04-11 19:02:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You're a little bitch.